God of deepest cloud
of fiery pillar
of split sea
and of daily manna,
We don't demand a miracle.
You've already given us
The miracle of Jesus.
Yet we do ask for your presence--
The cloud of your awesome protection,
The light of your fiery guidance,
The split sea of salvation,
Our daily spiritual food.
Only thus can we survive
And enter the land of your promises.
Blow a trumpet in Zion;
sound an alarm on my holy mountain!
Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble,
for the day of the LORD is coming; it is near,
a day of darkness and gloom,
a day of clouds and thick darkness!
Like blackness there is spread upon the mountains
a great and powerful people;
their like has never been before,
nor will be again after them
through the years of all generations.
(Joel 2:1; Joel 2:2 ESV)